The Ensign

A cultist of artist

A hidden culture

Underground

By way of the people

Doing it for the people

To come around

The prows

The proud

Profound

Renown

For the people

To come around

Gather with togetherness

Lest we forget

The element

We are involved with

We vibe with

Vibrant energy

Evolving

Though fact may pain

It still remains

There's fire in our veins

Enough to part water

Down the middle

Shamefully we only

Give off just a little flame

Too busy wanting fame